The three of them did not hide their whereabouts, and the sound of stepping on the sand was particularly loud in this quiet desert, so before the three of them approached the tent, the people inside the tent had noticed it, and lifted the door curtain and walked out of it.

Xu Changqing was a little surprised when he saw the person who came out. He thought that this person should be a disciple of Hu Legen's father, but the person who came out was an old man who was about to die. Moreover, the old man's fate face was very strange. There is a very famous name in the fate science called Tiancandi and Fate, which can be said to be an extremely strange fate face.

People with this kind of fate may be choked if they cross a bridge, collapse, sank on a boat, or drink a sip of cold water. The life will be bumpy, and there will be frequent serious illnesses and minor disasters. The combined life may be less than 100 days. But such a person with extreme luck will live very long. According to the record, people with the appearance of the world and the shortest can live to 107 years old, and at least in their eighties. This is still in the ancient environment. And what is even more strange is that even people with this kind of fate will find it difficult to die by themselves. If they jump into the river, they will be rescued by others, hang up the rope, and even take poison as a tonic.

Xu Changqing used to only see records of such fate in various fate books and biography. This is the first time that a living person like now has seen him standing in front of him.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Xu Changqing quickly transformed his magical power through the transformation of millions of incarnations to exert the law of great cause and effect. Although it is difficult to use the body of a mortal to exert the law of great cause and effect, it is enough to observe the details of a mortal's fortune.

With the implementation of the law of great cause and effect, in Xu Changqing's eyes, the old man has become a collection of the decay of heaven and earth. Even Xu Changqing instinctively has the idea of ​​retreating. However, in the core area of ​​this decay of qi, there is an equally strong sense of great fortune. This great fortune can be said to be the three completes of fortune and longevity, and there are already signs of fortune turning into dragons. It is precisely because of the effect of this great fortune that the decay of qi that the decay of qi that entangles the old man has not expanded, but is tightly entrenched around the old man. It will not affect others.

Seeing this contradictory luck, Xu Changqing couldn't help but have an idea in his mind that if he met this old man when he was young and had a way to strip away the decayed aura of the old man, then the old man would probably return to the sea and soar into the sky, becoming a leader of a country would not be difficult.

"Zhu Yuanzhang!" Xu Changqing soon thought of a person's name, Zhu Yuanzhang, the founding emperor of the Ming Dynasty.

Although there are no records of Zhu Yuanzhang's own fortune in all the books, it is not difficult to feel from Zhu Yuanzhang's experience that Zhu Yuanzhang's fortune may also be like this kind of fate. Think about Zhu Yuanzhang's childhood, his youth and youth were almost at its peak, his father, his mother, his brother, his sister, his whole family. He was a monk and a beggar. He did not start his fortune until he joined the rebel army. He eventually became a step-by-step emperor and became the founding emperor.

Zhu Yuanzhang's lifelong luck and Liu Bowen's move to kill the dragon easily made people connect the two and make judgments similar to Xu Changqing. In fact, Xu Changqing is not the only one who makes such judgments. In the past, many people who are proficient in numerology and physiognomy have made some judgments on this, but there is no substantial evidence. These speculations can only be put on paper.

Xu Changqing's voice was not loud, but Hu Legen's father heard it clearly. He looked at Xu Changqing in surprise and asked in a deep voice with a tentative voice: "Have you seen something?"

"One thing to save one thing, the ancient Mishaman's technique of refining beast soul spirit is indeed very good." Xu Changqing turned his head and responded to Hu Legen's father, and then looked at the middle-aged man following behind with a profound meaning.

Now Xu Changqing is sure that the old man who is walking towards him is really not comfortable with Hu Legen's father's disciple, nor is he the descendant of the ancient shaman. In fact, this old man with a desolate destiny is to suppress the beast soul spirit that nurtures here. The old man with such a decayed aura sits here, let alone some beast soul spirit condensed through the heretics, even the spirit spirit spirit that is born and nurtured will probably be restrained. The best example is when the old man approaches himself. The Sun Travel God and Night Travel God in the seven-star bracelet have become silent, and it takes more energy than usual to call out some divine power.

Hearing Xu Changqing say this, Hu Legen's father understood that one of the key tricks to refine beast soul spirits in his sect can no longer be hidden. So he said frankly: "Although the method is very simple, it is difficult to find people. I rescued Batubuhe by accident. This is also the Buddha, Changshengtian, who has mercy on me, and gives me an opportunity to continue the sect."

While talking, the old man had already arrived at several people. He didn't speak, he seemed to be a mute, but he seemed very respectful to Mr. Hulegen. He knelt down according to the big gift, lit his forehead and his back. He didn't stand up until Mr. Hulegen stretched out his hand to touch the top of his head.

The middle-aged man on the side was quite unhappy when he saw the old man performing such etiquette similar to the old feudal customs. This was contrary to his thoughts, but he was just unhappy in his heart and did not take specific actions to stop him. What he saw tonight and what he experienced exceeded his previous cognition and common sense, and had a great impact on his thoughts and ideas. This is why his heart is much bigger and he will not be surprised by small things.

"Go and take out the things I gave you to collect. It's the one made of wood. Don't move the others, let them stay in place." Mr. Hu Legen ordered the old man, and then led Xu Changqing and the middle-aged man into the tent. The old man picked up a hoe from the tent, walked to a wasteland not far from the tent, and began to dig down.

Compared to the simple inside outside, the inside of the tent is very unique. The place opposite the curtain is a small shaman altar, with many decorations hanging on the altar. Xu Changqing's understanding of the shamanism has at least thirty tokens from the shamanism. The ground of the tent is covered with fur. This layer of fur is not sheepskin or horse skin, but is all wolf skin. Because after special treatment, it does not have the smell of wolf, but it also has a strange fragrance that makes people feel refreshed. In addition, there are several small cabinets covered with drawers placed next to the tent. Xu Changqing can tell through the smell, and they are all medicinal materials. In addition, some often used medicine pestles, medicine jars, and neatly arranged finished medicine boxes indicate that the old man is not a practitioner, but a good pharmacist.

After entering the tent, Hu Legen did not greet Xu Changqing. Instead, he walked directly to the shaman altar, kneeled respectfully, and then pinched his hands together to form a seal, chanting prayers. Xu Changqing walked to the side and sat on the fur very casually. The middle-aged man was full of doubts and wanted to ask Xu Changqing, but he didn't know how to ask, so he could only stand behind Hu Legen's father and wait for the end of his recitation.

Soon, Mr. Hu Legen finished reciting the last word of praise, stood up from the ground, turned around, looked at the middle-aged man with complicated eyes, and said with an extremely serious expression: "Peng Sanxi, my father asked you something today, would you like to be my disciple and inherit the inheritance of the ancient Mishaman?"

Hu Legen's father's inquiry did not surprise Xu Changqing. When he saw that the person in the tent was an ordinary old man, he could already be sure that the so-called disciple Hu Legen said should be this ignorant middle-aged man. Now Hu Legen wants to take him as a disciple and pass on the ancient Mishaman method, which is quite a bit like cramming. I think there must be a quick-form method similar to the Tantric initiation of the ancient Mishaman Dharma. Now middle-aged people are still ordinary people, but it may not be necessary in a while.

Xu Changqing's eyes then fell on the middle-aged man. He knew that it was a critical moment, so he didn't say anything. Hu Legen's father's inquiry was not an ordinary inquiry, but a special way of asking questions. The middle-aged man's answer was particularly critical. If the middle-aged man questioned or refused, Hu Legen's father would no longer force him to accept him as a disciple, and everything would be in vain.

At this moment, Peng Sanxi had not yet come back to his senses from Hulegen's father's words. He was assigned to the grassland when he was discharged from the army. From the beginning, he knew nothing about the grassland to now, he spent more than ten years with a real grassland man. He also had a certain understanding of the ancient belief in shamanism in the grassland people. He always thought it was ignorant and superstitious, but he never thought that someone would ask him if he would like to join the shamanism and become a disciple of the shamanism.

The identity of a party member for many years made Peng Sanxi instinctively refuse Hu Legen's father's request. However, when his words were about to be said, he stopped and looked at Hu Legen's father with a look of expectation. He also recalled the scene in his mind that Hu Legen's father saved him many times, and these memories made him unable to force his heart to reject Hu Legen's father.

"I'll just promise my dad now that I'll talk to my dad after a few days." Peng Sanxi thought of a countermeasure in his mind. He felt good about himself, so he saluted Hu Legen's father like he was performing in the play, and replied: "Disciple Peng Sanxi has met his master."

Hearing Peng Sanxi's answer, Hu Legen's father smiled and immediately said to Xu Changqing: "Senior, witness the ceremony, I will accept Peng Sanxi as a disciple today and inherit the ancient Mishaman lineage."

"Congratulations to fellow Taoist, accepting the good disciple." Xu Changqing congratulated as a witness.
Chapter completed!